That's How My Love Grows

Walk on egg shells

or maybe sea glass

Take a picture

Go to class

Serve hungry men

in a dirty hungry place

Visit nightmares as they tell stories

of my country and my race

One day I'll end up a star

in the eyes of many strangers in doubt

I can show them scars

and read them books they never heard about

Why do I rhyme in such a simple way?

when I complicate every man I touch

Tantalize their yearnings till their death

and then explain why I don't feel so much

"If I die, what will you do without me?"

I smirk and know I've won

Reassurance sweats his every move

then I feel guilty for what I've just done

I learned the spaces in between is what matters

Spaces only I can mold and fit

Like seashells engraved over time by the sea

that's how I need me love to be...

grow bit by bit, bit by bit...